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eight years, and your dead figure still lingers in our dreams. you left so soon. this day is unbearable. every year i force myself to believe i'm fine but realise i haven't been and i wonder if i ever will be.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
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eight years, and your dead figure still lingers in our dreams. you left so soon. this day is unbearable. every year i force myself to believe i'm fine but realise i haven't been and i wonder if i ever will be.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
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